Fight any instinct to be humorless, for humorlessness is the worst of all absurdities.
Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.
There are truths which one can only say after having won the right to say them.
The poet is at the disposal of the night. His role is humble, he must clean house and await its due visitation.
Expect neither reward nor beatitude. Return noble waves for ignoble.
You have comfort. You don't have luxury. And don't tell me that money plays a part. The luxury I advocate has nothing to do with money. It cannot be bought. It is the reward of those who have NO Fear or Discomfort.